Atop the hillock, caressing the stream, Chasing my dreams, farthest they seem.
The chirping birds and the rustling trees, Asked me, what's up in your sleeves.
I can see the peak, but path appears steep, They tell, "what if you had only a day to live".
Yes, life is short, I won't retreat, Will chase till I achieve until I finally sleep.
Then, the lushly meadows and the pleasant breeze, Invigorated me, for the trip to destiny..